I want to know your Thoughts

Patiently, patient. Wow, it is hard to explain, yet I can fathom it. It’s within my reach and I eagerly wait for it. The grasping of faith for a means to an end. What I see has nothing to do with what I want to see. What I don’t see, has something to do with what I want. What will happen, has something to do with what I hope for. What I meditate on in the midst of storms and calm waters alike, is a measure of my endurance. Let it be the word that doesn’t change nor pass away. Noticing the change, I surrender to the ticking seconds as they go by. Patience, the virtue that yields fruit for eternity. Patience, the metaphor of waiting. I am impatient and pay the price for my instability. I ride the waves of change and change and outshine the grand master, chameleon. I subdue every effort He puts before me, because I won’t yield nor has His proverb hit its mark in me. I am gullible and easily manipulated by events that require nothing, but patience. To whom who knows how to do good and ...

          I am here, alone and desolate. My tears are dried up. I look to the sky and wonder why? Steadfastly patient, I wait for the tides to change. I steer the helm, fighting the current. I see the island of hope and suffering in the distance. My inner being wrestles with time and death, the life in my veins won’t yield to the bullying of impending doom. I claw at society and its fictitious dreams. I am a dream walker. Wide awake, I am pilgrim for perfect motion in perpetual motion. Never surrendering, I must bleed for victory. Fighting this battle more than once, I urge courage not to let go. I stand firm on the foundation which is the chief cornerstone. I reason out reality and inspire wisdom in every prayer to be imparted. I attach myself to infinite peace and amid the storm, I am not afraid. I cry aloud, let me go because pain is suffering. I dare duel death. I dare the grave to wrestle me into it and see if I won’t rise again. I dare you to challenge...

Surrendering, I don’t know how. I hear your still small voice amid all the world’s noises. I pray  and seek to facilitate the translation from me to total bowed down me. I yearn for your glory to  be made manifest. I seek for a testimony that would be my legacy and earn me my crown of life.  I submerge myself in hope that is not far-fetched. I kneel to the very desire, but I am so young in  Christ, I know I am a babe. I suck on my milk and admit solid food will not work without any teeth  to chew on it. I am weak and feeble minded. I am zealous without understanding. I seek to  surrender without letting go. Gaining moment in my quest, I know it’s a pinnacle I must reach.  Therefore, trailing my footsteps, I see the stumbling blocks that behold me as a mirror revealing  where I should not tread again. Dwindling in my own thoughts, I hope I am not surrendering the  fight that is my due choice for servitude. See, soldiers have no rights but...

I think you made everything clear due to my repentance. It's starts there. The joy of my salvation. Surprisingly alert, there's a spring in my walk. There's confidence and hope in my speech. I still groan, I still cry, but now I am at peace. The darkness in my soul is embossed in your radiant presence. Chains have been clattered off and my prison door utterly; destroyed. Like the yoke I was yoked with, has been utterly disintegrated. I don't need to see where I am going because the justified walk not by sight. I know the destination, so everything in between, is only a part of the pit stop journey to refuel or take a breath in of the scenery. Teach me how to put on the chivalry of humbleness. Failing forward, I must run with endurance. When I left him behind you opened the door for true friendship to manifest. I need to pray because the potter has not made it all clear. My purpose in heart but plans nowhere in sight. Eyes seeking, but the heart is what needs to do...

I am sure you are terrifically good. I am certain this is not a bloop. I am accurate that you reign and want to reign in me for my good. I affirm you have a sense of humor and that is funny. Oh Father, teach me thy ways of righteousness. Let me wait patiently and confidently for my inheritance. Let me surrender to your grand design which you noted in your little book, for all the days of my life. Let me succumb to the pressures of sacrifice and yield to the sufferings of the present life. Knowing, they are nothing compared to the glory that awaits my soul. I love your plans, because they are out of this world, just like we are. I'm giggling at your attitude towards me, somehow you knew I would be overwhelmed at life and might just need a better answer then, I am god, too! Subject to creation and lost to humanity, but your eyes pierce darkness and night like broad day light. Therefore, I was never lost to you. In fact, your plans never fail once we failed you in the beginning. Y...